Nothing, but nothing, is written in the stars. Except the words I felt when you held my hand and the stars fell towards the sea.
love
There would be another morning
I got up this morning but my shadow stayed in bed. I walked through the sunshine in the front room, turned on the bathroom light – nothing.
Where was she? (I think of her as she.) I lifted the duvet but there was nobody there – just a deep indentation where I had slept alone.
She had to be somewhere – I think I may have said out loud. I turned all the lights out and felt that she was there. I turned them on again.
I closed my eyes and that worked too. I could feel her there, the warm darkness of trust. I kept my eyes tight shut and got back into bed.
There would be another morning, there would be some other light.
I touch the letter
I touch the letter your lover sent before you left. I can feel the heat, the sparks on my cool fingers. Perhaps, then, you were right. Heat cancels all promises and trust.
The ice wind breathes
The ice wind breathes ever harder; one by one city lights go out.
They hold hands. If they are ever found, they will be found together.
My favourite place
The world spirals helterskelter to where she is, whether I will or I won’t, but I will and I do. My favourite place is there.
When all the clocks
When all the clocks tick toxic
When all the stars are magic
When all the clouds disappear from above
There is only one thing it can be –
Regret perhaps
She was pushing the heavy glass door. It was difficult. I wanted to leave the shop as well so I leaned past her and pushed the door too. For me it was light. She held on to the door and it took her. She almost stumbled. She was out of the shop. So was I. She turned and looked at me and smiled.
“You nearly swept me off my feet,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” I said.”I didn’t mean to.”
She smiled a different smile now and walked away.
Later in the morning I saw her sitting on the river bank near where the kingfishers play. I waved but she did not wave back. Perhaps she did not see me.
Light arrives
Light arrives, no matter the distance.
Love remains, no matter the time.
Apology (on a noticeboard)
You asked if you could share my sweetness. I was taken aback and slapped you. The look on your face as you walked away stays with me. If you see this sign and come back on Thursday, of course there will be honey. Of course. The sweetness that I have I will share with you and take away the bruising from your face….
Don’t gently touch my hair
Don’t gently touch my hair while I am sleeping. Please don’t blow sweet kisses on the hairline of my neck. You don’t sleep here any more now, do you? No. I feel the draught from the summer-open window. Please don’t breathe the words I cannot hear.
simonsalento 